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Roll Jordan Roll

everyone I know is despising coldthe way tomorrow andyesterday hate today my monkeymind is getting tired ofriding on my back through theSan Diego fog rollingin, like Jordan rolls, Jordan, mymaiden name that River of Israelreturned to me in my recent marriageto my woman love, two wives makesomething America does not like towrite about, so back to the fogshe rolled up to meet meutter blind beautycovering the shore and seai thought to walk on waterbut my hip is sore fromwrestling with the angelsso i stayed on shore andlost my limp praising Lifein an hour long walkand a great cup of coffee